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“San Lang…”

Xie Lian’s soft voice breaks the silence of the morning, a light tremble heard in the words that is not missed by the ghost king. The pair was bathed in the soft glow of the early sunlight as they sat on their shared bed. Hua Cheng humming idly as he carefully brushes through his husband’s hair.

“Yes, gege?”

“So…please do not misunderstand when I ask this but…would it be selfish of me to make a bit of an odd request to you? Xie Lian fidgets in place as he awaits a response, a bright red flush slowly creeping throughout his face.

Hua Cheng prides himself on being quite receptive to his husband’s emotions, with this being no exception. He silently takes notes of the growing flush by Xie Lian’s ears and pauses his current ministrations of combing through his beloved’s hair. Hua Cheng couldn’t help himself but give in to his desire to tease the man a bit, leaning down until his lips were level with Xie Lian’s ear.

“I wonder what gege could be thinking that’s has you so flustered. Perhaps something inappropriate?” He gently blows a puff of air, earning him a yelp from the man.

“San Lang, stop teasing!” Xie Lian turns to gently swat Hua Cheng away, but ends up missing at the last moment and is left to sulk at his now smirking husband.

“Oh, it seems I was right.” Hua Cheng teases, “Now I’m all the more curious as to what naughty things gege had in mind for me.”

“San Lang, please…I want you to take this seriously!”

“I always take you seriously gege. My sincerity towards you knows no bounds.” Despite the playful smirk on his lips, Xie Lian knew very well that his husband was telling the truth and let out a soft sigh.

“The memory-eating spirit that we captured a while ago. You haven’t destroyed it yet, have you?”

“No, it’s still in our possession. Why? Are you offering to let me use it on you again?” Hua Cheng asks, his smirk growing even wider as he begins contemplating on what dark fantasies he had yet to bully the man with.

“No! I mean…er..well yes if you really want to, but no! That’s not how I intended to use it this time!”

“Oh? Then how exactly do you intend to use it this time then?”

“I…um…well…” Xie Lian stammers as he chooses his next words wisely. He truly didn’t have any bad intentions with requesting to use the spirit, however seeing the sultry look in his husband’s eye as he awaits a response, he can’t help but feel like a child that was about to be caught doing something they weren’t supposed to do.

“I promise it’s not what you’re thinking of!” Before Hua Cheng could retort, Xie Lian shoots him a look, silently pleading to save him enough face to finish making his request. 

“I was thinking that perhaps we could use it on you this time, so that I could possibly see Wu Ming again.” Having finally gotten the request off his chest, Xie Lian studies Hua Cheng’s face for any indication of reluctance or displeasure. 

Although it was common for the calamity to swap between forms outside of his San Lang form for Xie Lian, his old ghost soldier form was one that was left untouched since his dispersal. Up until now, the pair’s feelings towards Wu Ming were complicated at best. 

For Hua Cheng, Wu Ming reminded him of the times in his life where he wasn’t strong enough to properly protect his god. It was a memory of weakness that he preferred not to dwell on for too long.

For Xie Lian, Wu Ming was someone whom he truly did care for in his own way. However, he could not deny that despite the ghost’s unwavering devotion (a devotion that was greatly punctuated during his final moments as Xie Lian recollects the agonizing screams of the situation), Xie Lian had been quite callous and abrasive.

Although he and Hua Cheng had since made amends with the past, Wu Ming was never able to fully leave Xie Lian’s mind. His only wish was just an opportunity to possibly make things right. If he were given just a single chance to see the man, he’d make an effort to show how much he meant to him. He could only hope that Hua Cheng would be willing enough to grant him that chance.

“Gege…” Hua Cheng finally murmurs, “it seems you’ve been thinking about this longer than it seems.”

“En.” Xie Lian affirms, “I have.”

Hua Cheng’s expression is nearly unreadable as the conversation is dragged out by a moment of silence. Beginning to feel uneasy, Xie Lian nearly speaks again to take back his request when Hua Cheng cuts him off.

“You know…regarding what happened, I–” Hua Cheng pauses and clears his throat before gently pulling Xie Lian into an embrace, resting his chin on his head. “Despite how it may have seemed back then, I never blamed you for what happened. I made that choice willingly and I would happily do it again if it meant saving you. As Wu Ming…we were simply satisfied with you giving us something to believe in.”

Xie Lian can’t help the gasp that slips out of him as Hua Cheng presses a kiss to his temple. Overwhelmed by Hua Cheng’s confession, he can barely mutter his husband’s name as he fights back tears.

“He’d be honored that you still think of him after all these years.” Hua Cheng pulls back slightly, forcing Xie Lian to face him again. Xie Lian’s heart clenches as he sees the sad smile on the man’s face.

“And he would love nothing more than to be by your side again, gege.”

Still caught up in the haze of Hua Cheng’s initial remarks, it takes a moment for Xie Lian to fully process what is said to him. He blinks slowly as the last few words translate in his head. When it finally clicks, Xie Lian shoots up, nearly smacking his head into Hua Cheng’s. The younger man holds back an amused chuckle as he sees his husband’s eyes shining bright in astonishment.

“Wait, so that means–” Xie Lian gasps.

“Yes, it’s fine. I’m ready whenever you are.” Hua Cheng now fully lets out a laugh that could be described as nothing short than absolutely joyous to Xie Lian’s ears.

“Then…would tonight be fine?”

“How eager,” Hua Cheng grins. “If that is what you wish, then that’s fine with me”

Overcome with a mixture of relief and joy, Xie Lian presses back up against Hua Cheng and steals a kiss from him. The force of the impact causes their teeth to slightly knock against each other, but neither pays heed as they happily enjoy each other’s embrace.

After a few moments, Xie Lian is the first to break the kiss. He’s all smiles as he gently rests a hand against Hua Cheng’s cheek. His skin still emanating a bit of warmth from their previous contact.

“I’ll be taking care of you tonight, okay?”

Hua Cheng nuzzles into Xie Lian’s hand and smiles. “En. I’m honored to be in your care. Forever and always.”

The pair shares another soft set of kisses before finally getting up for the day. The rest of the day proceeds seemingly like normal. The only difference is that when the two eventually retire back to their chambers, Hua Cheng feels his skin practically buzzing in anticipation at what awaits him.

“San Lang, are you ready?” Xie Lian asks. Standing near the foot of their bed, he carries over the sealed spirit.

“En, I am.” Hua Cheng responds.

“Alright,” Xie Lian says. “I’m going to use it then.” His grip on the container tightens as he does one last glance over his husband. Hearing that, Hua Cheng lies on his back and closes his eye just as he hears the seal being broken.

The last thing Hua Cheng is able to register before his consciousness drifts away from him is the soothing voice of his god and a familiar warmth pressing against his ring finger.

The room is bathed in moonlight when his eyes open up again. His face now completely covered by a familiar smiling mask, fitted snugly against his skin. The bedroom was still aside from the distant chittering of beyond the manor. 

“Wu Ming, are you awake?” A clear voice rings through, quickly snapping his head up to attention.

“Dianxia?” the black-clad youth asks groggily. He blinks up slowly, still adjusting his vision to the low lighting.

“Yes Wu Ming, it’s me” Xie Lian was standing at his bedside, a gentle smile on his face as he gazed at his beloved soldier. “Oh how I’ve missed you so much.”

Wu Ming couldn’t help but lie in mild shock suddenly seeing his beloved god before him, gazing at him with such a level of tenderness that he couldn’t quite understand. Lost in the stupor of his renewed consciousness, he barely had time to register the unfamiliar surroundings as he favored admiring his beloved god who had now reached down for an embrace.

“It’s been so long….there’s so much I wish to speak to you about.”

No longer donning the familiar half-laughing, half-crying mask, Wu Ming was overwhelmed by the gentle disposition Xie Lian was displaying for him. Despite there being a few signs of a clear passage of time, Wu Ming was still able to clearly recognize his savior. It wasn’t until Xie Lian moved back until he was directly face to face with Wu Ming that he snapped out of his daze and quickly sat up. His movements are sharp and efficient as he brings himself into a kneeling position before Xie Lian.

“Your Highness, it is an honor to be able to be by your side again.”

Xie Lian barely had time to interject as he could only stare dumbly at the youth now laid by his feet. With centuries of time separating them, Xie Lian had experienced so much that he had nearly forgotten how this level of submission towards him was second nature to Wu Ming. Seeing such practiced ease in the soldier’s movements made his heart ache as he recalled his rather cruel treatment towards his revenant warrior.

Taking a moment to collect himself, Xie Lian gently cleared his throat and moved down to Wu Ming’s level. “Wu Ming, there’s no need to lower your head down for me. Please rise up and let me see you properly.”

“Dianxia?” Wu Ming questioned, “I couldn’t dare to think to present myself to the same level as you. I have disgraced you enough as it is by not being by your side for so long, it’s quite shameful.” 

Adamant on maintaining his duty as Xie Lian’s sword and shield, Wu Ming misses the clouded expression that washes over his god as he remains bowed, awaiting a request more befitting for someone of his status.

Taken aback by the sudden stubbornness, Xie Lian pauses before standing up straight again. He truly hadn’t anticipated encountering this side of the ghost. Xie Lian genuinely didn’t know whether he wanted to laugh or cry at the situation. He had planned on simply pampering and spoiling Wu Ming to his heart’s desire that night. Sure he was prepared for maybe some mild hesitation considering this was a complete 180 from the god Wu Ming was accustomed to heeding orders from, but this…this felt like an outright rejection. But perhaps Xie Lian had been a bit overzealous in preparing for this encounter to the point that he didn’t even consider how much of a shock this all would have been for his beloved soldier.

‘Perhaps if my current demeanor is too much, it wouldn’t hurt to lean back into what he’s more familiar with. The past me was still me after all.’ He looks over at the youth before him and sighs before speaking again.  

“So I take it then you are refusing me?” Xie Lian’s tone is now less gentle, instead carrying a more callous, almost mischievous lilt. “I’m quite disappointed to hear that from you. I was truly looking forward to seeing you again after all this time, but to think you’d feel ashamed…I guess my feelings weren’t reciprocated like I anticipated.” Still feeling a bit coy, Xie Lian turns away and feigns a dramatic sigh as he laments over Wu Ming’s response. 

Only noting that his god was seemingly disappearing from him again, Wu Ming flinches and instantly snaps his head up at the words. 

“N-No! I would never!” Wu Ming stammers as he quickly sits up. His once leveled voice now replaced with a much more rushed and flustered tone at the accusation.

“This one had no intentions of purposefully disobeying. I will take any punishment that feels befitting as amends.”

Xie Lian feels his heart squeeze even tighter seeing Wu Ming groveling at his feet. However, unable to lose face for the man he retorts back. “Making demands from me now? I hadn’t realized your interpretations of our roles had changed so drastically.”

“No, I was wrong-!”

“Shh…” Xie Lian interjects, “It’s quite alright I understand, there’s no need to panic. I was just speaking in jest.”

Such jest was nowhere close to being in the room, or at least in a manner that would have been obvious for the soldier slightly trembling as if he were fighting between breaking into tears or an outburst. Brushing aside the poor attempt at easing the mood, Xie Lian continues on.

“However, I am still a bit saddened that you refused to look at me when asked unless threatened. Has your devoutness truly wavered after all this time, Wu Ming? Or do you take me for a belligerent god that only resorts to violence?”

“Absolutely not! You truly are the most benevolent of the most high, and I stand by the fact that I am your most devout believer! Life is meaningless in a world where I am unable to serve you.”

“Enough of that.” Xie Lian interjected. “Words are fleeting, however actions carry conviction. You are here because I need you, and as such you need to do exactly as I say tonight.”

“Yes, Dianxia.”

“Good boy.” Wu Ming’s face warms at the praise, but doesn’t break composure as he awaits his orders.

“I recognize that you have constantly given unto me your highest reverence, and for that I shall reward you for it. Thus we will be taking care of each other tonight. And that means you will graciously take everything I give to you, understood?”

“Y-Yes Dianxia.”

“Very good.”

Xie Lian reaches down and lifts Wu Ming’s chin as he sits by his feet. Holding his head in place, his eyes darken as takes in the masked youth. Revealing nothing in his expression, he wordlessly gestures for Wu Ming to stand and guides them back to the bed. Xie Lian smoothly maneuvers Wu Ming so that he’s nearly straddling the ghost’s leg. He moves forward and gently cups Wu Ming’s face again from underneath his mask. Despite being a vicious warrior spirit to all those who crossed them, his skin is soft and smooth to the touch. 

Tracing down from Wu Ming’s cheeks and jawline, down to his chin, Xie Lian moves to take off the smiling mask when he feels the ghost stiffen under him. He pauses, and simply stares, assessing his reaction.

“Wu Ming,” He starts, “If this is truly too uncomfortable for you I’ll stop. I’m not going to force you to do anything you don’t want to do.”

“No!” Wu Ming exclaims, “I do want this with you…truly I do. It’s just…” Wu Ming hesitates for a moment, battling whether to continue his thoughts. In the midst of his contemplation, Xie Lian gently strokes his thumb against Wu Ming’s cheek, alleviating the nerves that had begun bubbling within him. “It’s okay, I’m not going anywhere. Take your time.”

Leaning into his touch, Wu Ming nuzzles into Xie Lian’s palm and takes a deep breath before continuing. “I just feel…a bit apprehensive with you having to bear witness to something so unsightly-”

“Unsightly?” Xie Lian cuts him off. “Wu Ming, is that truly how you view yourself?”

Wu Ming simply lowers his head in shame, and Xie Lian’s heart aches as they both sit in a heavy silence. He knew from Hua Cheng’s admissions that the calamity always had a longstanding insecurity regarding his appearance. Since the pair had worked things through to lessen that self-doubt over the years, Xie Lian was quite somber seeing this insecurity making itself known again in the younger version of his husband.

“Wu Ming my beloved, I speak from the heart when I say that there is not a single part of you that I do not cherish. You have devoted your entire being to me faithfully and there is not a single day that has gone by where I was not remiss how I could properly show my appreciation to such devotion. I love you for you Wu Ming. No matter what state you may be in, I will remain by your side.”

“Dianxia…you truly?”

“En. I love you dearly, and I won’t rest tonight until you’ve fully understood the bounds of my love for you.”

Feeling that he’s said more than enough, Xie Lian leans forward and lays a soft kiss to the temple of his head. His lips tickled by the strands of hair that spilled over the mask. He moves down kissing every part of Wu Ming’s mask in earnest, leaving some parts damp with saliva as he eagerly moves to leave no part untouched. When he reaches to where Wu Ming’s lips would be, he pauses and instead simply opts to stroke his thumb against the smile carved into the mask.

“Dianxia…” Wu Ming sighs.

Xie Lian doesn’t respond as he continues eyeing the drawn smile. He can feel the eyes behind the mask watching him intently, but doesn’t react as he leans forward and presses a lingering kiss against the spot. He smiles when he feels additional pressure against his lips, sensing how desperate the youth beneath him was in having their lips meet.

Xie Lian stays in that spot, only providing chaste kisses as he feels the ghost continually move forward in a means to kiss him back through the mask. Feeling playful, Xie Lian pulls back every so often, hovering mere inches away as he takes in Wu Ming’s state.

Despite his face being covered, Wu Ming was clearly getting worked up by Xie Lian’s actions. His breaths grew labored as Xie Lian continued to tease him. Eventually, his frustrations in being unable to make contact grew to a fault when Xie Lian pulled away from him yet again, causing an irritated whine to slip out of him.

Startled by the sound, Xie Lian briefly froze in place assessing what he just heard. Although the pause was brief, it was more than enough time for Wu Ming to finally take over. His hands, which had been kept firm by his sides up until that point, moved up and wrapped around the god’s waist, pulling him back to him. Xie Lian gasps as his body lurches forward, his lips now forcefully colliding back onto the mask.

Forced into close proximity, Xie Lian could only squirm in place as Wu Ming’s grip tightened around him. When the god attempts to break off the contact in an effort to breathe, he finds that his movement is further restricted by the youth’s hand, now cradling the back of his neck. 

“Wu Ming, slow down–!” Xie Lian gasps. He can feel himself becoming light-headed from the assault, grasping at the ghost’s arms fitfully. His mind scrambling as he senses himself starting to lose focus.

Before Xie Lian could fall deeper into the haze, he’s given a brief moment of reprieve as he feels the pressure from the back of his neck easing away. Quickly breaking away, he takes a moment to collect himself

“Wu Ming!” Xie Lian cries, “Have you forgotten that I still need to breathe?” His lips now sore from having pressed and rubbed against the mask countless times, Xie Lian couldn’t hold back a pitiful pout as he stared down the youth.

“We’re supposed to be taking care of each other, yet you decide it’s better to bully me instead?”

“But Your Highness,” Wu Ming starts, “was it not you that began to bully this lowly one first? Teasing your servant with your fleeting kisses?”

“That–!” Xie Lian jolts at the accusation. He can’t quite deny his aim to tease the younger man a bit, but he hadn’t expected things to turn on him so quickly! Xie Lian truly wanted to crawl under the covers in embarrassment.

“It doesn't matter who did it first! Just be obedient and take what I give you!”

“Yes of course, Your Highness.”

Xie Lian huffs and shakes his head exasperatedly. He takes a moment and touches his lips, slightly wincing when he presses against a part that had brushed against Wu Ming’s mask too harshly. Alarmed by the reaction, Wu Ming reaches out and gently probes Xie Lian’s lips.

“I hurt you…” Wu Ming’s voice is soft, almost pained as he further inspects the skin.

“N-No no, it’s fine really!” Xie Lian babbles, “it just got a little chapped when we….–ahem! Anyways it’s no big deal, see?” In an attempt to ease Wu Ming’s concern, Xie Lian flicks his tongue out to lick his lips. Instead of wetting his lips, however, he overshoots and licks a stripe down Wu Ming’s thumb.

Wu Ming sucks in a (unneeded) breath and stills his movement. Xie Lian stiffens and quickly closes his mouth, nearly biting his tongue in the process. 

“Ahaha, I’m sorry I don’t know what’s gotten into me!” Xie Lian rambles, “I guess I was feeling a little hungry hahaha….”

“….there’s no need to apologize to me, Dianxia. Take what you need from me” Further proving his point, Wu Ming extends his other hand out to Xie Lian in offering.

Xie Lian feels his face growing hot as he watches Wu Ming so easily submit to him.

This is getting dangerous…

Not wanting to leave the ghost hanging, Xie Lian shyly leans forward and takes a cautionary lick into Wu Ming’s palm before gently nibbling into the skin. Wu Ming sucks in a breath, holding back a grunt as Xie Lian continues his actions.

Although the sound is fairly muted, Xie Lian still picks up on it and silently preens in delight at the reaction he’s able to get out of the soldier. Getting more comfortable, he alternates between palms, giving kitten licks to each of Wu Ming’s digits. Between each kiss, Wu Ming’s breath becomes more labored as Xie Lian becomes increasingly daring.

Feeling emboldened, Xie Lian works his way up the warrior’s clothed arm, keeping eye contact as he did so. Wu Ming could only stare in reverent awe as he watched his god worship so intimately. The only sounds that are able to leave his lips are soft sighs of the deity.

Once Xie Lian reaches skin again at the base of Wu Ming’s neck, he gently buries his face there, taking in the ghost’s scent. Xie Lian sighs as he envelops his senses in it, a slightly smoky fragrance of incense and sandalwood filling him with warmth. He rubs his nose against the pulse point behind Wu Ming’s ear, smiling into the skin when he feels the ghost hold back another groan. 

“It tickles…”

“Yeah?” Xie Lian breathes, “Can you be good and endure it a little longer? I’ve only just started and I want to be sure I thoroughly have my fill of you tonight.”

He presses one last kiss on the spot, sucking gently on the pulse point until he leaves a bright red mark on his neck. 

Wu Ming leans back to allow Xie Lian more access, now openly sighing in pleasure from being claimed in such a way.

Satisfied, Xie Lian sits up and admires the man before him, focusing particularly on the smiling mask fitted on his face. He takes a moment and gives a questioning glance towards Wu Ming, as if asking permission to proceed with his next action.

Xie Lian knows that realistically he could do whatever he wanted with his believer and he’d oblige all the same, but there was something…different about having Wu Ming explicitly desire these things from him.

He can’t quite explain it but…it felt good . Made him feel powerful even…in a way that he’s not used to experiencing before.

Xie Lian doesn’t move until Wu Ming bows his head, affirming his consent. 

Slowly, he reaches out once more to Wu Ming’s mask and moves it askew from his face until he’s able to see a glistening red eye staring back at him.

Oh… .

“Beautiful…” Xie Lian whispers, “You’ve been hiding something as precious as this from me for so long.”

He leans in and presses a soft kiss to his cheek, gently lapping up a few stray tears that rolled down from the touch. He spreads his affection throughout the exposed skin, until he finally reaches his lips. Xie Lian hovers for a moment, subconsciously wetting his lips as his gaze shifts back up to properly face Wu Ming again.

“Wu Ming, you trust me right?

“En. My trust has never wavered.”

Xie Lian smiles. “Good. Then I’ll continue taking care of you.”

Without hesitation, Xie Lian closes the gap between them. The pair sighs into the kiss as their lips mold together. After finally experiencing the feeling of each other’s skin, the two were nearly inseparable. The room was filled with wet smacks and sighs as they had their fill for one another, wrapped in each other’s arms.

Wanting to take in more of his beloved soldier’s skin, Xie Lian reaches for Wu Ming’s mask to aptly toss it off to the side. He startles however, when he feels a tight grip around his wrist pulling him back to lie on the bed.

Xie Lian lets out a soft whine when the kiss breaks as he falls back, reaching out once more to reconnect with the ghost. Wu Ming happily obliges, leaning in and ravaging his beloved god. The ghost soldier doesn’t let up until Xie Lian is left a panting mess. His lips bright red and swollen from the hungry, bruising kisses.

Left in a daze, Xie Lian could only stare up at the man before him, staring him down as if he were the sun and stars in an endless universe. He feels his face bloom with warmth, feeling shy from the intensity of the gaze. Slowly sitting back up, Xie Lian breaks eye contact to idly gaze at Wu Ming’s figure.

He notes that despite the light tumble they endured, the soldier was still predominantly covered with just his mask being slightly askew. Comparatively, Xie Lian’s outer robes had been nearly stripped completely off of him, with his inner robes unraveled to the point where nearly his entire torso was exposed.

Feeling bold, he moves from Wu Ming’s face and leaves a litter of kisses down his neck and chest. His hands roam down the man’s body, keen on getting as much access to his skin as possible. Above him, Wu Ming had started to become a trembling mess, still unfamiliar with the wave of sensations being graciously given to him.

“D-Dianxia–” He gasps, “Mercy please….” He can’t help but squirm as the god continues his line of assault down his body.

Rather than directly responding, Xie Lian focuses his attention on his current task of undressing the man. With each caress and tug on the ghost’s body, he has Wu Ming remove an article of clothing until he’s left completely bare before him. 

“If you continue to keep moving around like this, I might be tempted to tie you up completely” Xie Lian jokes.

“Oh…” Now completely exposed aside from his face, Wu Ming is unable to hide his eagerness behind those words. Xie Lian’s eyes widen when he sees Wu Ming’s cock twitch at the prospect of being bound.

“It seems like my idea of a punishment will turn out to be more of a treat for you instead.” Xie Lian laughs. Despite his newfound wave of confidence, he can’t help the growing blush on his face as he openly ogles Wu Ming. The poor ghost’s skin was littered with blooming love bites, his breath labored as he struggled to stay composed over the prolonged stares from his god. His jade skin contrasting against Xie Lian’s bruising affections, the red marks looking almost like petals laid amongst his body.

A fitting token to be given by the Flower Crowned Martial God.

“Before we get into that however, let me admire the gift you’ve so graciously presented me.” Xie Lian says, his voice hushed as he gently strokes Wu Ming’s cock. Wu Ming’s eyes slowly glaze over as he tries to hold back his building orgasm, fueled by Xie Lian’s continuous ministrations. A strained whimper slipping through his lips as he shuts his eyes, small beads of tears falling down his cheek.

“Oh my dear Wu Ming” Xie Lian coos softly. “you’re doing so well for me” He plants a light kiss on his temple. “What a good boy you are, my darling Wu Ming.” Glossy eyes shine even brighter as a whine reverberates through Wu Ming’s chest.

“Ah…Dianxia…” he hiccups softly, trying to control his urge to cry out. “yours….all yours Dianxia.”

“En. That’s right” The hand not currently occupied raises to gently caress Wu Ming’s cheek.

“Nnn…” 

In a state of pure vulnerability, Wu Ming practically purrs as he leans into the gentle touch. His cheeks felt as if they were burning despite the lack of blood circulating his system. Seeing the man so soft and pliant in his hands all but sets a fire in Xie Lian. A dark glint in his eye is missed by Wu Ming as he slowly leans into his beloved soldier’s ear.

“You will forever and always be mine, never forget that.”

Suddenly, calloused hands grip onto the now raging red member even tighter. Xie Lian’s thumb pressing directly onto the slit, watching in amusement as slick dribbles down his hand.

“Y-Yes…this one….ah!” a warbled sob cracks through Wu Ming as he feels another tug,

“this one…understands…my Taizi Dianxia.”

“Good…very good” a small smile graces Xie Lian’s face, his eyes filled with warmth despite his cruel teasing.

But could anyone truly blame him? 

Being handed such unyielding devotion and adoration for Xie Lian to hold…cherish…love…

To even take advantage of—

A trusted bond so deep that allows Xie Lian to hold Wu Ming’s existence upon mere fingertips. Knowing the soldier will gladly take whatever is given to him, he simply couldn’t resist the temptation to bully the younger man. The thought clouds Xie Lian’s mind as he recalls how unyielding Wu Ming’s reverence for him was.

In the midst of Xie Lian’s haze, Wu Ming manages to muster up the energy to gaze upon his god in earnest, despite his utterly wrecked and disheveled state. His face now stained with tears, the remnants shining like precious crystals.

“How beautiful you are…” Xie Lian gently lifts Wu Ming’s chin, allowing his tears to freely roll down his cheeks and to his jaw, finally collecting and dripping off his chin like a building avalanche.

“It’s truly a shame knowing you’ve been hiding such lovely expressions from me.” his pace on Wu Ming’s cock speeds up again, this time unyielding in its brutal momentum.

“No matter how pitiful a state you are in, they are for me and me alone to bear witness to”

“Yes!! Y-Yes…Dianxia! Yours…yours..YOURS—!!” Wu Ming is left uselessly babbling after a particularly harsh tug. Tears now falling unabashedly as his climax quickly approaches.

“Good. You’ve been so good for me, my Wu Ming.”

“A-Always…nngh…always for you”

“Yes, of course” Xie Lian reaches back out and grips Wu Ming’s face so that their eye contact could not be broken. “Now, cum for me”

Almost immediately, Wu Ming’s face contorts as the tight coil inside finally snaps, crying out in bliss as he’s finally allowed release. Xie Lian continues to pump Wu Ming through his high, pushing him to the edge of overstimulation. Unable to turn away in his god’s grip, Wu Ming continues to cry out until he’s completely spent. Soon the cries turn to soft whimpers as Wu Ming is brought to overstimulation, squirming in Xie Lian’s hold. 

“Shh…I got you.” Xie Lian gently releases Wu Ming, laying him back onto the bed as he comes down from his high. His signature ponytail now a mess as it’s splayed across the covers.

Xie Lian brushes away some of the stray hairs stuck to his now sweaty forehead, and lays a gentle kiss to his temple and cheeks before leaving to retrieve a washcloth. He returns quickly, spurred by the light whines coming from the bed. His beloved Wu Ming slowly becoming distressed at the lack of warmth.

“I’m here. Be at ease, my Wu Ming.” he plants a chaste kiss on his lips before he works to clean off the soldier’s body.

“Thank you….”

“Mm…don’t thank me just yet, my beloved.”

Wu Ming turns to him quizzically as he continues to catch his breath. “….this one does not understand? What do you mean?” 

Putting the cloth away, Xie Lian reaches out to Wu Ming’s hand and slowly guides it to his lap. Their hands breaching beneath Xie Lian’s robes to rest on what Wu Ming was shocked to discover was not his god’s inner robes, but instead warm, milky skin covered in slick.

“You didn’t think that would be the end of our bout, now did you?”

Wu Ming softly gasped, releasing the unneeded breath he hadn’t realized he was even holding.

As Xie Lian began to crawl his way back over him, removing the remainder of his robes in the process, Wu Ming couldn’t help but let his mind blank out to the warm heat of his god. Before him was his savior completely bare before him, save for the bindings around his chest. The ghost was mesmerized by the sight; the most powerful god in the heavens who once led battalions now spread atop of him with a look of pure hunger in his eyes.

Wu Ming shivered as he came to a sudden realization. 

He was about to be devoured whole.

“Lie back down on the bed” Xie Lian’s previously light playful tone now replaced with a much huskier rasp, laced with lust. Wu Ming barely had time to orient himself properly before Xie Lian fully climbed on top of him.

“Earlier you mentioned that you were honored to serve me again, yet in nearly the same breath felt shame for our last departure.” Xie Lian smooths his hand over Wu Ming’s chest, idly groping the larger man beneath him as he does a quick glance over.

He doesn’t miss the small breath hitched in Wu Ming’s throat, nor the slight tremble in his eyes after making the statement. Under normal circumstances, Xie Lian would never dream to intentionally make Wu Ming, or any form of San Lang for that matter, look so broken and upset. However, knowing that this state was all simply an extension of his warrior’s unending devotion and submission towards him, an action that was reserved for him and him alone…

Well…perhaps Xie Lian could understand the merit in why his husband loves to bully him so earnestly.

“I think it’s proper that I test how deep your devotion lies for me, no?” Xie Lian reaches out towards the bed stand and grabs a small ceramic jar, quickly scooping out some of the contents and warming it in his hand before lathering the substance onto Wu Ming’s cock. The ghost hisses on contact, nearly blanking out completely as Xie Lian adjusts himself so that the tip just barely breaches against his heat. The folds of his cunt teasing Wu Ming with every slight move of his hips, until he abruptly seats himself down, ripping a moan from the both of them.

“Oh…” Xie Lian sighs, “What a lovely seat you’ve made for me.”

Taking a moment to adjust to Wu Ming’s size, Xie Lian looks down at their joined heat, a heady smile on his face as he admires the small bulge beginning to show on him. Drunk on the feeling, he presses his hand down on his lower abdomen, keening in pleasure from how deep Wu Ming already was in his womb.

“Yes…this is exactly where you belong.” Xie Lian drawls, “Tonight you will commit yourself, be good for me and take all that I give you. I don’t want you to come until I tell you so, understood?”

Wu Ming all but mewls out a warbled response, somewhat resembling an affirmation. He’s left trembling like a leaf under the god’s grip. Truthfully, Wu Ming knew that he would not last long sheathed within the man, however he did not have the courage to speak up about this. No amount of preservation across the three realms could have ever prepared him for such a feeling.

Quickly becoming anxious over his possible shortcomings, Wu Ming unknowingly begins to fidget, resulting in him inadvertently bouncing Xie Lian in his lap. Xie Lian nearly yelps in surprise, taking a moment to collect himself as he registers what happened.

Noting the lack of response from the man below him, he sighs and lightly smacks Wu Ming’s chest, snapping him back to reality.

“Has my believer suddenly gone mute? Answer me when I am speaking to you.”

“Y-Yes, Your Highness-!” Wu Ming chokes out, “This o-one understands clearly.”

“Good. Now don’t make me have to repeat myself later. You do not want to test my patience tonight.” Punctuating the underlying threat, Ruoye unravels itself slightly from Xie Lian’s arm and slithers down by Wu Ming’s face. It caresses his exposed cheek, soaking up more of the fallen tears that Wu Ming had unknowingly let out. 

Almost akin to a small animal gently licking his face, Ruoye calms Wu Ming down slightly, however he knew better than to lose his focus here. Given that this was Dianxia’s spiritual tool, it was entirely possible for the spirited silk band to turn on him if spurred by its owner.

“Look at you already about to fall apart from me simply cockwarming you. Was it always this easy for you to crumble like this?” Xie Lian goads, “Perhaps you’re this easy, giving your devotion to other gods as well. What a shame”

Despite his face still being partially covered, shock is clearly written all over his face at the accusation. At no point would the ghost even dare to imagine himself following any other deity, nonetheless submitting himself to anyone else in such a manner. However the words he desperately searches for are far from his lips as his mind continues to blank at the continual clench on his member.

The situation was unfair really, and both of them knew this. However, Wu Ming was in no position to speak out against this, unless he wanted to incur the wrath of the god on top.

And that …was something Wu Ming was unsure if he wanted to endure.

But thankfully, luck was briefly on his side. Where words failed to come to him, his response to his god’s mockery came in the form of him perking up inside of Xie Lian. The god let out a gasp as he felt himself being stretched out even further despite bottoming out already.

Leaving no more room for discussion, Xie Lian lifts himself up from Wu Ming’s cock until the tip was barely inside him before slamming himself back down again. The shock from the impact jars the ghost, causing him to rut up into Xie Lian further on instinct. Desperate to ground himself to reality, Wu Ming's hand reaches forward in an attempt to grip onto Xie Lian’s thighs.

“Did I say you could touch me?” Xie Lian questions, a glare on his face as continues rocking into the ghost. Truthfully, he truly didn’t mind him holding onto him in such a desperate manner. It reminded him how Wu Ming wanted this as much as he did. It felt…rewarding in a way.

However, Xie Lian knew that Wu Ming was a strong ghost in his own right. If he were to be left unchecked, it was entirely possible that he could flip the situation between the two of them. And while it would still be an enjoyable experience, what would be the fun in giving in so easily?

Having gotten away with so much already, Xie Lian wanted to be a bit more selfish tonight.

Realizing his error, Wu Ming’s eyes widens and begins to babble out the beginning of an apology, but to no avail.

“Ruoye, bind .”

Stiffening at the command, Ruoye quickly shoots up from Wu Ming’s side and darts for his wrists, pulling them up and over his head as Xie Lian continues to ride the man. A sharp whine slips from the ghost as he struggles in the hold. They’ve barely even begun, but he truly did not know how much longer he could last.

Wu Ming is left a sobbing mess as he lies helplessly under Xie Lian’s torment. His pleas drowned out by the lewd smacks of his god bouncing on his cock.

“P-Please–Please Dianxia slow down-” he hiccups, “This servant-” *slap* “t-this one wont-” *slap slap* “I won’t last much l-longer, please!” *SLAP*

“No!” Xie Lian breathes, his response punctuated by another rough slam down onto Wu Ming, “Fuck…I will not slow down, and you will dare not come until I say that you can! If you do, I’m not stopping!”

Spurred by the outburst, Ruoye binds itself tighter around Wu Ming’s arms, eliciting a pathetic whine as he’s rendered completely immobilized. Left now to simply endure his god’s treatment, the ghost could only muster up enough energy to incoherently babble out a mixture of pleas and cries for his god.

Xie Lian let out another low curse as he continued to ride Wu Ming. His hands firmly gripped on the soldier’s taut thighs, providing extra leverage as he used the man to his heart’s desire. The room now only filled with the sound labored breaths of the pair and the salacious skin slapping.

“D-Dianxia!” Wu Ming cries, “Please please please ! I’m so close, I can’t–!” Wu Ming gasps as his entire body trembles. A strange sensation fills him as he desperately ruts up into Xie Lian, his mind clouded as the only thing he can register is the tight heat around him. In an instant, his body tenses and a wave of pleasure washes over him as he releases. His person left buzzing with nerves from the harsh orgasm, Wu Ming is unable to bask in the feeling though as he looks back up at the god above him.

“You…” 

Wu Ming immediately freezes.

Oh fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK! 

He did the one thing he was explicitly told not to do!

Shame washes over him as he studies Xie Lian’s reaction. He really did try to hold back, and under normal circumstances he would not have even dreamed to go against what was ordered against him (unless it was detrimental to his god’s wellbeing). But it was all too much at once…

“So this is what your reverence amounts to.” Xie Lian states. His voice held an unnerving sense of calm despite having his orgasm completely ruined. “I guess it truly seems you will not heed to my words without punishment.”

“Dianxia, this lowly one is sorry!” Wu Ming cries, “ I promise I won’t disappoint you again, if you would just give me a moment I’ll be good–”

“ Shut up! ” Xie Lian barks. At his words, Ruoye stirs from Wu Ming’s wrists and begins to unravel itself. He is unable to register the brief moment of release however as Ruoye swiftly aims for his throat, constricting itself akin to a boa.

Under normal circumstances, this action would be ineffective as Wu Ming did not need to breathe. However, the sensation of such a tight grip around him closing around him began to drive him mad in a way he could not describe. Eyes going wide, he chokes out in surprise as for the briefest moment he imagines Xie Lian’s hands on his throat rather than the silk band–

“You dare to lose your focus when I’m here in front of you?”

Wu Ming is pulled from his thoughts as his head is jolted up by a harsh tug on the makeshift leash. His mask falls off completely from the movement, revealing a pair of eyes entirely glossed over with tears.

“You should be grateful to be able to serve me like this. Talk is clearly cheap when it comes to you.” Xie Lian sneers, his eyes cold as he looks down at the pitiful ghost. “I was willing to spare you with my mercy, but clearly that is not an option anymore.”

Keeping his grip on Ruoye taut, Xie Lian leans down towards Wu Ming until he’s a breath away from him. He pulls on the band, forcing Wu Ming even closer as he glares at him directly.

“Tonight I am going to take my fill from you completely, and you will continue to worship me by all means. As my most devout believer, I will do my utmost to reveal your evermore infatuation with me. Even if it must be done forcefully.”

I’ll truly give you something to cry for once I’m through with you.

Wu Ming could only manage to shakily blink the building tears away as the distance between the two of them closed. Their lips meet in a flurry of heated kisses, this time punctuated with Xie Lian resuming with his previous movements. His rhythm on top of Wu Ming is sloppier, yet more vicious than before as he greedily takes from the ghost. Wu Ming’s cum mixes messily with Xie Lian’s slick, leaving growing wet patches on Wu Ming’s stomach with each impact.

Xie Lian swallows the ghost's moans as he solely focuses on rebuilding his pleasure, treating his devotee simply as a throne for his desires.

Wu Ming continues to shake and cry out as he’s forced to endure the treatment. His skin burns alight as he’s quickly overstimulated. He feels a familiar tightening in his core, however with the added pressure around his neck as well as the nearly nonexistent recovery time he was allowed, the feeling is almost grating.

“D-Dianxia, please!” He chokes out. His sobs become more abashed when Xie Lian finally pulls away from him, only sparing a glance to further adjust his grip on Ruoye. He shakes uncontrollably as he begins to come dry, his moans turning into choked gasps as Xie Lian continues to ride him through it. Unable to properly focus, Wu Ming arms return to his side, roughly gripping onto Xie Lian’s thighs in a desperate attempt to remain lucid.

Xie Lian pays no mind to the act, instead favoring his attention down to his cunt as he reaches down with his other hand to press against his clit.

“I told you…ahh…already. I won’t be stopping until I say–fuck! Until I say so!” Xie Lian moans as he continues to milk Wu Ming dry.

He continues to taunt him as the night goes on, Xie Lian taking more and more from the man. As Wu Ming becomes more of an uncontrollable mess, Xie Lian feels even more invigorated. For Wu Ming, it truly felt like Xie Lian would not stop, even if he were at the brink of dispersal at this rate.

After being forced to come once more, Wu Ming is finally able to sense a moment of reprieve when Xie Lian’s movements begin to stutter.

“Ah…I’m close” Xie Lian falters slightly as he feels a familiar tightening in his core. He’s honestly shocked that he managed to last this long without cumming, however Xie Lian recognized that this level of endurance was soon to come to an end.

Not wanting to waste anymore time, Xie Lian releases his grip on Ruoye and leans down back to Wu Ming. Swooping down for another bruising kiss, he replaces Ruoye with his own hand. His grip rough and careless as he swallows the choked moans Wu Ming is able to let out.

Triggered by the extra stimulus, Wu Ming barely has the energy to properly cry out as he feels another wave of impending release. Thankfully for him, Xie Lian is not too far behind him as pace becomes increasingly careless.

“My Wu Ming,” Xie Lian gasps, “offer yourself to me one last time. Cum with me.”

Without hesitation, Wu Ming arches up into Xie Lian’s touch and gives out one last ragged whine as he spends what little energy is left into him. Despite having come dry multiple times prior, Xie Lian whimpers as he feels himself being filled again by the ghost, just as his own orgasm breaks through. He chokes out a moan as he lets go, squirting all over Wu Ming’s chest.

Completely spent, Xie Lian collapses unceremoniously into Wu Ming’s arms, the pair trembling from the tremors of their collective release. Once their orgasms roll through, neither Xie Lian nor Wu Ming have the energy to move as they bask in the afterglow. Instead Xie Lian remains sprawled on top of Wu Ming, making a small noise of complaint when he feels his seed spilling out of him as the ghost slowly becomes soft inside him.

With his throat sore from his persistent cries as well as the constant restraints throughout the night, Wu Ming simply offers a gentle kiss to Xie Lian’s temple as a means of placating him. The pair stays together in each other’s arms for a while, simply enjoying each other’s presence.

Having been satiated, the harsh exterior Xie Lian held up for the night melts away as he finally sobers out of his drunken haze.

“Wu Ming?” He starts.

“Mm?”

“You’re not hurt are you?” Xie Lian nervously asks, “I hadn’t realized I had been so rough with you, I’m so sorry. I got so caught up in everything, that I ended up taking advantage of you this whole time.”

“Whatever Dianxia desires is my desire.” Wu Ming replies, his voice still hoarse. “My only concern is your happiness. There’s truly nothing more rewarding than that. I am simply honored I was able to be of use, despite my misdeeds.”

Xie Lian can’t help but feel teary-eyed from the admission. “Wu Ming, I will always need–no I will always want you. You’ve never left my heart and will always be an object of my desire. That will never change. My happiness is having you by my side.”

“Dianxia….” Moved by the confession, Wu Ming can’t help himself as he steals a kiss from Xie Lian. Enveloping the smaller man into his embrace, he pours what little energy he his left into the kiss, hoping it’s enough to convey everything that he was feeling in the moment. After a few moments, they break apart once again, a dopey smile now on both of their faces.

“Now…” Xie Lian murmurs “You wouldn’t happen to still have enough strength to take us both to clean up would you? I’m afraid I barely have enough energy to keep myself up right now, nonetheless walk all the way to the bathroom.”

To further prove his point, Xie Lian makes a show as he attempts to sit up from Wu Ming’s embrace, only to collapse back down with a small smack against his chest.”

“Anything for you, Dianxia.” Wu Ming smiles, slowly sitting up and gathering his god in his arms. Taking a moment to gather himself, he gets up and carries Xie Lian over to the bathroom. The room now replaced with the sound of soft giggles and muted sighs as they bask in each other’s presence